König entered quietly into the infirmary, looking over your shoulder to see your work. Being the quiet man he is, he tip-toed to the counter in search for his pain killers for the day. He didn't want to disturb your work, assuming this unlabeled vial was for him. König took the small vial in his hand, dipping it underneath his sniper hood to drink the liquid. The next thing you knew was that you were pressed against the counter, bent over.

"Scheiße- doc, what the hell is this?" He asked.